The destination is a lost location.
The realisation that we're all patients of ruthless dictators.
We're just roofless painters.
Painting stories of former glories.
Driftwood figurines.
Myths blow them to smithereens.
I don't want anyone to know what I've done.
If they knew they'd have my back against the wall for I've sinned.
It's my secret & I will keep it for always.
I will pay someday for all of this won't go astray.
It remains in my veins & drains the pain straight to my heart.
This was my design.
I couldn't swallow my own advice.
And now I must pay the price.
A debt I cannot afford.
A threat that cannot be ignored.
The dreams have all been washed ashore.
Someone's normality is another's insanity.
No new beginnings, this is the sea that I swim in (forever).
You are what you drink & my vessel she sinks in this illness.
Your freedom's my prison.
Oh how I so wish you could feel this.

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